Todos os capítulos de Trapped: Bloody Rose: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

“Someone’s glowing,” Daniel let out in a teasing manner the moment he saw Rose the following day. “And don’t go thinking I didn’t see you limp your way here.”Rose averted her gaze as she blushed a deep crimson.“Did you…?“ He trailed off, and she focused her gaze on him again, eyes almost painfully wide.“Shh,” she told him meaningfully.Daniel chuckled good-humoredly. “I thought I would never see the day where our sweet little Rose got…”Not allowing him to finish his sentence, Rose didn’t hesitate to place her hand above his blabbering mouth. He didn’t seem to mind, and his chuckles doubled.“Who?” He asked after a moment. “I want deets.”“I don’t kiss and tell,” she narrowed her eyes at him, knowing full well that this wouldn’t be enough to deter him from asking more questions.“Oh, you refuse to even tell me?”There was an underlying tone of hurt at the last word, and Rose smiled at him and found herself saying, “It’s nothing serious, Dan.”“Bullshit! I don’t believe that,” he sho

Rose didn’t know anything about the butterflies swarming her belly, and would happily deny their existence… but the sight of Roman Bianchi making a beeline to her, in an impeccable navy blue suit, was enough to make any tame woman go wild.Rose was determined to be the exception to that very rule… Even though flashes of their passionate night together flooded her mind.How could she have allowed such a dangerous man to take her, in a restaurant no less?“Good to see you again, Roman,” she said breathlessly… and boy did the words sound wrong on her.“Still trying to remain professional, I see?” He said at once, an eyebrow rising in question, and she wasn’t sure how to take the comment.“I just…” she stammered on her words, and blushed to the roots of her hair, to her utter and complete mortification.She averted her gaze in dismay, and then asked, as she looked at the table in the dining room, which seemed full to the brim with many no doubt lovely dishes, “What am I here for?”“Who yo

Upon waking up, Rose was surprised to see Roman in bed, working on his laptop, on heavens know what, looking like he was still naked, and as ravishing as ever.She was tempted to trace his tattoos with her fingers, and see if they were as callous as the man or not. One of the tattoos was of a coweb, with the number 1 on it, and it was stretching above his right shoulder. As for the second tattoo, she couldn’t make out what it was exactly, but covered the skin from shoulder up to his neck.Feeling her gaze, he asked, “What are you looking at me so intently for?”Rose blushed and averted her gaze, mumbling a shy “Sorry.”“Don’t apologize,” he let out in a tone of soft chiding, despite the icy gaze he focused on her. “Answer the question.”“I want to see how soft or callous the tattoos feel,” she retorted truthfully after a beat, even though a furious blush crept under her skin.“Why aren’t you?” He asked, the weight of his gaze making her squirm.“You don’t like people touching you,” sh

Rose was under the hot water, thinking, thinking hard about what this arrangement meant for her. She knew she couldn’t resist Roman, no matter if he was a mafia boss or an old patient. His fleeting albeit scorching touches played a dirty game on her. And it seemed like she couldn’t get enough of his penetrating gaze too. He saw right through her, knew exactly what could possibly upset her, and what could hurt her too… Hell, he even remembered that she was allergic to berries. She hadn’t felt so seen in years. Before long, she was drying herself up with a towel. She had only put on cute and simple black underwear, with a white bow at the front, when there was a knock on the door. She didn’t get to say a word, too mortified as she was, before the very man who troubled her came in, an eyebrow raised in question, “What took you so long? Did I not satisfy you, little butterfly?” “What?” She was dumbfounded for a moment there, before she blushed furiously. “No. No. Heavens no!” “I didn

The letter Rose wrote was meant for her father. A man whom she had loved dearly but whom she could no longer rely on. A man who had once filled her life with joy and giggles, only for his loss to hit harder than ever.I write to you, dad, because I need to voice out my thoughts about a few things… And it is only you whom I can entrust with my secrets. I have always been a little daddy’s girl, and it seems that even in death this hasn’t changed… not that I complaining. This entanglement with a renowned mafia boss should have never happened. I was only meant to be his nurse. And yet, I was drawn to his cold calculating eyes. I was intrigued by his charisma and unyielding personality. It is no wonder that I lost my composure and allowed the unthinkable to happen. It is an absolute sight for sore eyes to see his eyes lose their cold touch, whenever they settle on me, during our most intimate moments… Ew! Yes, I know. I know you wouldn’t want to hear about this… So, let’s not go there.